Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Psycho Drama,
Chi-Town to Harlem, really good?
Part 2, what happens you combine
The darkness the light?

Yeah, I am more than compelled and to expel
This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who it
Violence, yeah, that right up my alley
Chasing you up the alley

With a gun to kill you 'cause I feel
You was the one with my family
I roll with a gang of go
And them ghouls and gorillas

Who be to put the glock or the gauge
To the gut of one of niggas and pull it
The trigga aimed, you niggas
These bullets, it's so rivid and to see you
Livin' in and see the trouble you're put in

with niggas you shouldn't
These menaces and villains and
That'll give you the
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' off of this
You done somersaulted and dived in a of shit
So if you ever get the notion to motion forward
And get on ho shit

You niggas remember I got that potion
To bore your brain in a bag and you
A new perspective on who the realest
You can't kill one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel
To make me run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome if you my body up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like

Better leave me alone I represent
The city known for motherfuckas
Makin' plenty and layin' mack down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, what a

You ain't with it then put ya stash down
at the family you touched, uh
I'll up ya V-12 even if you with ya female, uh
You was talkin' nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new detail

And a nigga standin' too to fall comin'
So I hope y'all can crawl bloody up the all the wall
my body screamin' Kamikaze
I can all of y'all

Y'all play around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, lay down, pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, me

and I'm happy or where the crack be
Put it right all for
Cross street, need to be said
Code red already got with the feds

Put three in ya head the street full of lead
knee-deep, you'll be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper I creep creep, nigga fled
ya sleep sleep, nigga dead

Why you on the back block, fightin' in the spot
Jackpot, ask not

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition chest up
And jump you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make the pick up and dump
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

(It's your rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the to make his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga pick up and
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you a sucka
Big tryin' to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her in love with the
The slut was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and the bitch

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the slick
5th in her hip, she will mug you for kicks
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build with concussion the bitch

Come and wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means before
And this livin' and and this likeness
I can it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous

Or gang bang to the rhythm when I it
kill 'em with the technical precision
That'll be up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the off ya chest

Don't off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you off the set and always get
The prints of the Tech, straight off the
Mobbin' up and makin' duck, knowin'

I'll open up the trunk
Guns we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the enemy is the adrenaline rush

(It's your rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And up the pump to make his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga pick up and
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the to make his opposition chest kick up
And jump you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the